“ ‘Then, to be born is to begin to be Some other thing we were not formerly: And what we call to die, is not to appear, Or be the thing that formerly we were. Those very elements, which we partake Alive, when dead some other bodies make: Translated grow, have sense, or can discourse; But death on deathless substance have no force.

“ ‘That forms are changed, I grant; that nothing can Continue in the figure it began: The golden age to silver was debased, To copper that; our metal came at last.